Id like to thank catmonga pidgeons for letting me take one of her ideas and
bending it – READ HER STUFF – ITS REALLY GOOD!!
No title yet – you decided 'one spliff too many' or 'the drugs don't work' – other suggestions welcome….
Chapter 1 – an introduction…
Ok, I'm a normal, sixteen year old kid aren't I? I mean, I go to school, have great mates, have a social life, so I'm normal. Yeah right…..
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Ok, here's the low-down on me. My name's Remus Lupin (moony to me mates). As I said, I'm sixteen. I'm in my 6th year at Hogwarts. It's a boarding school in Scotland. You know most boarding schools are specialist, well so is mine. They specialise in magic – don't all gasp at once, please, we need to keep the air circulating in here. So that means I'm a wizard. My best mates are James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew (prongs, padfoot and wormtail respectively) – I'm also good mates with Lily Evans (James's girlfriend) and Susan Dusk (my girlfriend, but we'll say nothing more about that…). But there is something even more different about me. Any of you who don't like scary things or surprises had better leave now (joke). You see…. I'm a… a… werewolf. Now PLEASE don't stop reading my diary cause of that (why your reading it in the first place is a mystery to me, but hey) It all happened a long time ago…
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When I was six I made a mistake. You know how it is. You want to appear brave, and whilst at night you will do anything your parents' want, during the day you stay well out of their way. My mum and dad were wizards too, so I was brought up listening to 'wyrd sister wireless' for 'the everyday witch'. I heard about the danger of werewolves and how they were a threat to society. One day I heard that there was a werewolf on the loose, something had gone wrong at their last change and they were stuck. They were also loose in my local area – under-theslepop. Mum told me that under no circumstances was I to leave the house – not any. Of course, I didn't listen to THAT. So that, night when Mum and Dad were asleep, I went outside, with a silver nail dad kept for safety, with the hope of killing the werewolf. How wrong can you get. The wolf found me, not the other way round. It pounced, anxious for prey…. I don't want to say any more, its too painful for me too remember. Lets just say that since then, every 28 days I've suffered the terrible pain of being turned into a monster - and I thought it was just women who got that problem!!! But wisecracks aside, that's the reality. Still things can only get better – cant they????
WOW! That took me like, ten minutes to write. Hope you like it. Chapter two coming soon. Reviews welcome. Thanks
star*bright
No title yet – you decided 'one spliff too many' or 'the drugs don't work' – other suggestions welcome….
Chapter 1 – an introduction…
Ok, I'm a normal, sixteen year old kid aren't I? I mean, I go to school, have great mates, have a social life, so I'm normal. Yeah right…..
* * * *
Ok, here's the low-down on me. My name's Remus Lupin (moony to me mates). As I said, I'm sixteen. I'm in my 6th year at Hogwarts. It's a boarding school in Scotland. You know most boarding schools are specialist, well so is mine. They specialise in magic – don't all gasp at once, please, we need to keep the air circulating in here. So that means I'm a wizard. My best mates are James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew (prongs, padfoot and wormtail respectively) – I'm also good mates with Lily Evans (James's girlfriend) and Susan Dusk (my girlfriend, but we'll say nothing more about that…). But there is something even more different about me. Any of you who don't like scary things or surprises had better leave now (joke). You see…. I'm a… a… werewolf. Now PLEASE don't stop reading my diary cause of that (why your reading it in the first place is a mystery to me, but hey) It all happened a long time ago…
* * * *
When I was six I made a mistake. You know how it is. You want to appear brave, and whilst at night you will do anything your parents' want, during the day you stay well out of their way. My mum and dad were wizards too, so I was brought up listening to 'wyrd sister wireless' for 'the everyday witch'. I heard about the danger of werewolves and how they were a threat to society. One day I heard that there was a werewolf on the loose, something had gone wrong at their last change and they were stuck. They were also loose in my local area – under-theslepop. Mum told me that under no circumstances was I to leave the house – not any. Of course, I didn't listen to THAT. So that, night when Mum and Dad were asleep, I went outside, with a silver nail dad kept for safety, with the hope of killing the werewolf. How wrong can you get. The wolf found me, not the other way round. It pounced, anxious for prey…. I don't want to say any more, its too painful for me too remember. Lets just say that since then, every 28 days I've suffered the terrible pain of being turned into a monster - and I thought it was just women who got that problem!!! But wisecracks aside, that's the reality. Still things can only get better – cant they????
WOW! That took me like, ten minutes to write. Hope you like it. Chapter two coming soon. Reviews welcome. Thanks
star*bright